Tuesday, November 8, 2011

I gave him a kind of momentary joy to perceive the beauty of an imperfect day. It could be raining; it could be clouded, and the sun would be like a solitary ghost that appeared to have been crushed by the insane mist. Courtesy of his new open heart, he thanked me for the imperfection I showed in my recent feelings.

Fascinated by the imperfection of a wizard that he only saw by his imagination, he just began shooting the magical effects of an ordinary day. So, he left his own mark in the world that only imperfection make possible. He wasn't anymore a teenager peeking through a keyhole. He became a man, and then a photographer!